//------------------------------// // (1) Weasel's Demise // Story: Mob of The Dead: Aftermath // by Juggernaut //------------------------------// Albert had done it! He constructed the plane! He could barely believe that the group of mobsters could survive long enough to finish it. Billy was the first one on the plane, then Sal, then Albert, and finally, Finn. All four of them waited eagerly as the plane started slowly taking off, leaving all of the hungry undead screaming madly on the rooftop. "Holy shit! We're actually in the air!" Sal said, happy that he didn't have to worry about sick freaks chewing his arm off. With the roof of Alcatraz slowly disappearing into the distance, all four mobsters cheered happily. The very thought of being free of the undead infested prison was incredible. After all, they did spend about six hours running around the prison fighting undead guards, prisoners, and that one big guy, who no matter how many times you killed 'em, he'd always come back to fight you again. Their happiness quickly turned into dread as a flash of lightning illuminated an obstacle that the plane was about to crash into. "Oh shit!" Billy yelled as the plane slammed into one of the Golden Gate Bridge's pillars. All four mobsters were yanked into a free-fall that they were certain would kill them, all of them screaming, holding their hands out in front of them! The wind was whistling past their ears, and the rain was pouring around them. The fall lasted about three seconds, and with four big 'thumps' the mobsters landed on the bridge. None of them were dead, but they were aching all over, and tired from the fall. They all grunted, and moaned in pain as they stood up again. They all thought that even though the plane had crashed, the undead wouldn't be able to follow them there, and that it was still good enough. That is, until they heard the yell of a undead, and the rattling chains that were connected to their arms and legs. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh!" Weasel panicked, he picked up his Tommy Gun, and made sure it wasn't damaged from the fall. It wasn't so he cocked it and started firing at the undead climbing up to the bridge. He turned around to see if the others were okay, and saw that the others were staring at him, instead of fighting the zombies. "Hey, guys! What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?" Albert asked, concerned. "We would be out of here if you hadn't fucked up the plan!" Sal yelled angrily. "You always fuck it up." Albert was shocked and has a confused look on his face. "Yeah, we know you caused this!" Finn yelled pulling back the hammer on his Revolver. "W-What!? No! You've got this all wrong! I'm not the bad guy!" Weasel begged, stepping back. The others started raising their weapons, and Weasel's eyes widened. He jumped behind a crate as bullets flew past. He was breathing heavily, thinking at 100 MPH at why they would think that he had caused this all to happen. Weasel was interrupted by Billy jumping over the crate to try to kill him. Albert was taken by surprise, jumped back and started to run away, but was shot in the leg, and he fell down. The bullet went through his thigh, and came out his knee, ripping muscle, and splitting bones. He cried out in pain, and rolled over to see his attacker. Billy was standing over him, and the other two were fighting off the undead, allowing Billy to take all the time he wanted on gutting Weasel. "When I kill you, this'll all be over!" Billy yelled, pointing a pump action shotgun at Weasel's head. When he was about to shoot, he quickly aimed down at Albert's other knee, and blasted it off. Completely blowing off his knee cap, bone shattered everywhere, and it started to bleed heavily. Albert was holding his leg, tears streaming down his face. Billy then returned to killing zombies, leaving Weasel to painfully bleedout on the cold concrete floor of the bridge. IN EQUESTRIA Princess Celestia had the most powerful magic in the world, and knew how to cast most of the spells ever created. I say most, because her very own sister, Luna, had made up her own two spells. One was to see into another universe. and the other was to go into other universes. Luna often used these spells as entertainment. She would go to the 23rd universe if she wanted to watch that one group of rednecks do stupid things, she would go to universe 413 if she wanted to see that square yellow thing that lives in a pineapple also do stupid things. So to you humans, this was her TV. Though she didn't share these spells because of one thing. Universe 115. Universe 115 was a scary and death filled world, full of what she saw as monsters, that feast on these bipedal creatures called Humans. She didn't want such horror to be revealed to the public, so she kept the spells a secret. Luna would rarely go to watch Universe 115, but one day she was switching through universes and she accidentally went to world 115, and what she saw in the split second she was there caught her attention, so she went back to it, out of curiosity. What she saw amazed her, no zombies, just a lone guard walking down a cell-block. Had the problem in this world resolve? She continued watching to find out. The guard stopped at a prisoner's cell, and exchanged chatter, then he talked to the next prisoner down. The sound of pained moans was now echoing down the cell-block, and the prisoner in the next cell down walked from out the shadows smoking a cigarette. "You gonna shut him up, or do I gotta do it?" The prisoner asked, the look on his face sent a chill down Luna's spine. The guard hit his club on the Prisoner's cage, and warned him. The guard then walked down to the prisoner who was in pain. "You gotta get the doc!" The prisoner said, with a pained look on his face. The guard reached down to his keys, and started to open the cell. "This better be the real deal this time." The guard warned, while walking into the cell. This was soon followed by the sounds of repeated stabbings, and grunts of pain. The prisoner who was faking being in pain walked out of the cell, holding the guard's keys, and a makeshift knife. He went and unlocked the rest of the prisoner's cells, and they all grouped together in the center of the hallway, the scary prisoner handed out pistols, and they talked for a bit. Luna now understood what was going on, and that they were breaking out of the prison. She was hooked in, now. She WANTED to see how this ended, and she wanted to see what happened to the zombie infestation that was devastating the world before this. She watched as the guard resurrected, and went after the group of prisoners. She shoulda known that the zombies wouldn't be gone for long. Luna watched as the gangsters were picked off one by one by the infected, and after they had all died she wondered if that's how it really ended for them. Scene I just described: she was about to deactivate the spell when four ghosts appeared. The ghosts seemed confused, and stood around for a while before going back into the bodies of the prisoners on the floor. Luna watched as the mobsters ran around the prison, collecting parts for a plane. She learned their names, and listened to what they yelled in the heat of battle, which led to her learning about their backstories. She was amazed at how they managed to build a flying machine on the roof of the prison. .... She watched in horror as the plane crashed, as the other three turned on the defenseless Weasel, and cruelly murdered him in a very painful way. She didn't think that was an appropriate way for any creature's life to end, so... she started planing on how to save him.